your bright eyes are gonna kill me for sure
The fact that you show up at all is more testament to your devotion to Vai than any deep affection for the couple, but show up you do, relatively nicely dressed and holding a bottle of booze. Once upon a time the bottle had been a gift for your own wedding, a fact you opt not to divulge because bad omens and all that. We all know how your marriage wound up; hopefully these sods will have somewhat better luck.
Anyway. You're here, you have booze, and your date is by far the most gorgeous woman here, or so you murmur against her ear as you wait for your turn to say some trite nonsense to the not-so-newlyweds. And when that time comes you letVervain drag you forward, making no effort to hide your discomfort with the crowded setting and festive atmosphere as you thrust the rum bottle towards Sunjata, intending to land it at his chest and instead hitting his abdomen. Tall fucker. "Bit belated, ain' it?" you ask the governor, raising a scarred brow wryly and shaking your head. "Kinda feels pompus if y'ask me."
Before Jata can reply (or knock you on your ass), you turn to Nate. From your bag comes a familiar package wrapped in brown paper, which, if he unwraps it, will reveal itself to be some very plain clay bowls. The same bowls that once held a great number of gemstones, as a matter of fact.
Meeting Nate's gaze squarely and casually, you offer him a pleasant smile that doesn't reach your eyes. "Keep 'em as a reminder'a me," you suggest, the implication clear in your voice. Oh yeah, you covered his debt - but now the boy owes you something pretty, and you aren't about to let that go. "Here's hopin' we continue havin' a prosperous relationship in th'future, Director."
Anyway. You're here, you have booze, and your date is by far the most gorgeous woman here, or so you murmur against her ear as you wait for your turn to say some trite nonsense to the not-so-newlyweds. And when that time comes you let
Before Jata can reply (or knock you on your ass), you turn to Nate. From your bag comes a familiar package wrapped in brown paper, which, if he unwraps it, will reveal itself to be some very plain clay bowls. The same bowls that once held a great number of gemstones, as a matter of fact.
Meeting Nate's gaze squarely and casually, you offer him a pleasant smile that doesn't reach your eyes. "Keep 'em as a reminder'a me," you suggest, the implication clear in your voice. Oh yeah, you covered his debt - but now the boy owes you something pretty, and you aren't about to let that go. "Here's hopin' we continue havin' a prosperous relationship in th'future, Director."
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